⚠️ warning  ⚠️  has sexual thingys.. it's not very important to be honest. But it's there. You can skip it and you won't miss anything

Creaking, cracking, shaking. Annoying, annoying, annoying! It's all annoying. Everything hurts. Everything is pulsing. What is happening? Vivian starts to shake. His head can't handle it—being told to do two completely different things: stay and leave. He can't do both. He is experiencing a severe splitting headache. When will it stop?! Shut up, shut up! I can't handle this anymore! I want to be able to think! I want to think without experiencing any pain! Why? Why won't it quiet down? Let me be!!!

"Vivian, breathe. Your hyperventilation—"

"SHUT UP!"

"I—I can't! I can't handle this pain!"

He holds his head and applies as much pressure as he can. Everything is so loud. The clock. The printer. His boss typing.

Why are they getting louder?

He looks at the #3 door and sees it pulsating. Veins are emerging from the side of the door. Things don't make sense. I need Advil. I need to breathe. I need air. It's too stuffy to think...

He looks at the exit door, located directly next to #3. He tries to open the knob, but it doesn't work. It's locked from the outside.

"That doesn't make any sense. Why would an exit have a lock? And why from the outside—"

"Why is there a reason to leave?" His boss says it right behind him. Her once cheerful expression has vanished. The only thing he sees is seething anger. But why? He needs air. It's stuffy in here.

Plus, isn't he allowed to leave? But why leave? His brain keeps replaying: stay, stay, stay. It's good here. This is the only place you need to be.

"Why are you trying to leave without telling me?" She stands there, waiting impatiently. "What's making you so riled up that you need to go? Didn't I tell you that before you do anything, you tell me? And I mean ALWAYS tell me."

"I need air. I—I feel cramped in here... I'm sorry..."

Her face softens a little. "Okay then, let's go out together."

"Are you sure? Aren't you busy?"

(This is the part where things get sexual. You can skip if it's too much.)

"Nope, I finished my work. It's just that I saw you doing something naughty again. I should punish you, shouldn't I?"

"N-no, please! I swear I won't do it again!"

"You see, it's just hard to believe that adorable face. You said that last time. You're revealing a lot. And I think I need to put you back in your place. To show you that I am your boss."

"Y-yes, you are my boss, my only boss. The best boss I could ever have and only have!"

She then corners Vivian between the door and her body. She raises his chin with her index finger.

"Then tell me, why are you so rebellious towards me?" She gets closer to him, barely leaving him any space. Her chest presses against him. He can't stop himself from blushing. He's scared. If he gets excited, how will his boss feel? Will she think he's a creep?

This is his friend. This is his one and only friend. The only person he truly knows in his life. He doesn't want to mess this up because of his excitement. But were they truly his feelings? Was it even excitement? Were these his real thoughts?

His breathing quickens when she places her thigh between his legs. It's so hard to hold himself in. He can't even hear what she's saying to him. His headache intensifies, and his heart races. Everything is pounding. His mind is in agony.

All he can feel is his heart pounding and his headache splitting. This is wrong. This is so wrong. But he doesn't want her to stop. He wants her to do something to him.

She aims to force him to comply with her desires. He wants to be under her.

But these thoughts are dangerous.

He's thinking about these things while she's smiling to herself. He won't think about leaving if he's in the mood. He'll want to stay with her. He'll beg for her. He'll plead for her every move. She wants him to need her.

She moves his hands to touch her breast. She senses a firm sensation on her thigh, reassuring her that she's performing effectively.

"Do you still want to leave?"

"I... huff... I don't think I do... huff..."

"Do you enjoy this?"

He hesitantly nods his head, looking at her shakily.

She pulls him closer, if that's even possible, and drags him to the ground. She's straddling his stomach.

This is too much for him to handle, so he lightly grinds himself against her, feeling both horrible and pleasurable at the same time.

She smiles at him and begins to strip off her top, grinding herself into him slightly.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this? Every time I see you, it's so hard to resist you, Vivian."

Eventually, moans are heard in the room, echoing off the walls.

(End of scene.)

But this never happened. Vivian fainted before he could reach the door. His boss just stares at him with lustful eyes. But she does nothing but stare, as if he were fresh meat to eat.

Poor Vivian... You can't leave, can you? You can't escape from your crazy boss. The way she looks at you surprises me. It surprises me that you don't get creeped out. She doesn't give off any bad vibes.

But at the same time, it doesn't surprise me. You can't think anymore. It's hard to even listen to me. It used to be so easy, but now you forget me almost instantly. Your actions are causing me to gradually forget who I am.

When will this nightmare end? When will freedom come? When will happiness come? Not fake happiness, but genuine, authentic happiness. Where did that go? I don't want to forget. I don't want to be completely lost. I just want to go home...